Frankie & Albert ( Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan ) Frankie was a good girl Everybody knows Paid one hundred dollars For Albert's new suit of clothes He was her man but he done her wrong. Albert said þI'm leaving you" Won't be gone for long Don't wait up for me A-worry about me when I'm gone He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie went down to the corner saloon Get a bucket of beer Said to the bartender "Has my lovin' man been her ?" He was her man but he done her wrong. "Well, I ain't gonna tell you no stories I ain't gonna tell you no lies I saw Albert an hour ago With a gal named Alice Bly" He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie went down to 12th street Lookin' up through the window high She saw her Albert there Lovin' up Alice Bly He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie pulled out a pistol Pulled out a forty-four Gun went off a-rootie-toot-toot And Albert fell on the floor He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie got down upon her knees Took Albert into her lap Started to hug and kiss him But there was no bringin' him back He was her man but he done her wrong. "Gimme a thousand policemen Throw me into a cell I shot my Albert dead And now I'm goin' to hell" He was my man but he done me wrong. Judge said to the jury "Plain as a thing can be A woman shot her lover down Murder in the second degree" He was her man but he done her wrong. Frankie went to the scaffold Calm as a girl could be Turned her eyes up toward the heavens Said "Nearer, my God, to Thee" He was her man but he done her wrong. Jim Jones ( Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan ) Come and listen for a moment, lads And hear me tell my tale How across the sea from England I was condemned to sail Now the jury found me guilty Then says the judge, says he "Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you Across the stormy sea But take a tip before you ship To join the iron gang Don't get too gay in Botany Bay Or else you'll surely hang Or else you'll surely hang", says he "And after that Jim Jones It's high above on the gallows tree The crows will pick your bones". And our ship was high upon the sea When pirates came along But the soldiers on our convict ship Were full five hundred strong For they opened fire and somehow drove That pirate ship away But I'd rather have joined that pirate ship Than gone to Botany Bay With the storms ragin' round us And the winds a-blowin' gale I'd rather have drowned in misery Than gone to New South Wales There's no time for mischief there they say Remember that, says they Or they'll flog the poaching out of you Down there in Botany Bay. Now it's day and night and the irons clang And like poor galley slaves We toil and toil, and when we die Must fill dishonored graves And it's by and by I'll slip my chains Well, into the bush I'll go And I'll join the bravest rankers there Jack Donohue and co And some dark night, when everything Is silent in the town I'll shoot those tyrants one and all I'll gun the floggers down Oh, I'll give the land a little shock Remember what I say They'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones In chains to Botany Bay. Blackjack Davey ( Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan ) Black Jack Davey come a-ridin' on back A whistlin' loud and merry Made the woods around him ring And he charmed the heart of a lady Charmed the heart of a lady. "How old are you, my pretty little miss How old are you, my honey ?" She answered to him with a lovin' smile "I'll be sixteen come Sunday Be sixteen come Sunday". "Come and go with me, my pretty little miss Come and go with me, my honey Take you where the grass grows green You never will want for money You never will want for money. "Pull off, pull off them high-heeled shoes All made of Spanish leather Get behind me on my horse And we'll ride off together We'll both go off together". Well she pulled off them high-heeled shoes Made of Spanish Leather Got behind him on his horse And they rode off together They both rode off together. At night the boss came home Inquirring about his lady The servant spoke before she thought "She's been with Black Jack Davey Rode off with Black Jack Davey". "Well, saddle for me my coal-black stud He's speedier than the gray I rode all day and I'll ride all night And I'll overtake my lady I'll bring back my lady".
Well, he rode all night till the broad daylight Till he came to a river ragin' And there he spied his darlin' bride In the arms of Black Jack Davey Wrapped up with Black Jack Davey. "Pull off, pull off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather Give to me your lily-white hand And we'll go home together We'll both go home together". Well, she pulled off them long blue gloves All made of the finest leather Gave to him her lily-white hand And said goodbye forever Bid farewell forever. "Would you forsake your house and home Would you forsake your baby ? Would you forsake your husband too To go with Black Jack Davey Ride off with Black Jack Davey ?". "Well, I'll forsake my house and home And I'll forsake my baby I'll forsake my husband too For the love of Black Jack Davey Love my Black Jack Davey. Last night I slept in a feather bed Between my husband and baby Tonight I lay on the river banks In the arms of Black Jack Davey Love my Black Jack Davey". Canadee-I-O ( Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan ) Well, it's all of a fair and a handsome girl She's all in her tender years She fell in love with a sailor boy It's true she loved him well For to go off to sea with him Like she did not now how She longed to see that seaport town Of Canadee-i-o. So he bargained with the sailor boy All for a piece of gold Straightaway then he led her Down into the hold Sayin', "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes Your jacket shall be blue You'll see that seaport town Of Canadee-i-o". Now, when the other sailors heard the news Well, they fell into a rage And with all the ship's company They were willing to engage Sayin', "We'll tie her hands and feet, my boys Overboard we'll throw her She'll never see that seaport town Called Canadee-i-o". Now, when the captain he heard the news Well, he too fell in rage And with the whole ships' company He was willing to engage Sayin', "She'll stay all in sailor's clothes Her color shall be blue She'll see that seaport town Called Canadee-i-o". Now, when they come down to Canada Scarcely 'bout half a year She's married this bold captain Who called her his dear She's dressed in silks and satins now She cuts a gallant show Finest of the ladies Down Canadee-i-o. Come all you fair and tender girls Wheresoever you may bee I'd have you to follow your own true love Whene'er he goes to sea For the sailors prove false to you Well, the captain he might prove true You'll see the honor I have gained By the wearing of the blue. Sittin' On Top Of The World ( Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan ) Was in the summer One early fall Just tryin' to find my Little all and all Now she's gone An' I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world. Was in the spring One summer's day Just when she left me She gone to stay Now she's gone An' I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world. Now don't come runnin' Holdin' up your hand Can get me a woman Quick as you can get a man Now she's gone An' I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world. Happen for days Didn't know your name Oh, why should I worry Or crave you in vain ? Now she's gone An' I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world. Went to the station Down in the yard Gonna get me a freight train Work's done got hard Now she's gone An' I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world. The lonesome days They have gone by Why should I beg you ? You said goodbye Now she's gone An' I don't worry Lord, I'm sittin' on top of the world. Little Maggie ( Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan ) Oh, where is little Maggie ? Over yonder she stands Rifle on her shoulder Six-shooter in her hand. How can I ever stand it Just to see them two blue eyes Shinin' like some diamonds Like some diamonds in the sky. Rather be in some lonely hollow Where the sun don't ever shine Than to see you be another man's darling And to know that you'll never be mine. Well, it's march me away to the station With my suitcase in my hand Yes, march me away to the station I'm off to some far-distant land. Sometimes I have a nickel And sometimes I have a dime Sometimes I have ten dollars Just to pay for little Maggie's wine. Pretty flowers are made for blooming Pretty stars are made to shine Pretty girls are made for boy's love Little Maggie was made for mine. Well, yonder stands little Maggie With a dram glass in her hand She's a-drinkin' down her troubles Over courtin' some other man. Hard Times ( Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan ) Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sign of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times, come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay There are frail forms fainting at the door Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sign of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times, come again no more. There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away With a worn heart, whose better days are o'er Though her voice it would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day Oh, hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sign of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times, come again no more. 'Tis the song, the sign of the weary Hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times, come again no more.